Yun Qian, at this moment, realized the immense difficulty she faced in learning how to feel jealous.
She would often have a sense of abandonment, because no matter what she looked like or what her personality was in this life, regardless of their relationship or the years spent together... it was all insignificant.
She was always the one left behind.
Itâs alright.
Being left behind is one thing, Yun Qian feels uneasy, but eventually she would accept it.
Because sheâs used to it.
However, being left behind and having him taken away by someone else are two entirely different concepts. The latter... Yun Qian has no concept of such a thing and cannot imagine the scene.
So...
Yun Qian blinked.
She thought that learning to be jealous might be even more challenging than having a child. A child... as long as the husband is willing to try, thereâs always a chance.
But jealousy is truly difficult.
"...?" Xu Changâan looked at Yun Qianâs slightly furrowed Liu Mei, feeling somewhat puzzled.
"?"
Whatâs Miss Yun talking about here?
What does she mean that she canât learn how to be jealous, and this canât be blamed on her?
Why learn to be jealous for no good reason?
At that moment, Xu Changâan suddenly recalled a day when Yun Qian lightly pressed her fingernails behind his ear, with a gentle yet unsettling gaze... Even though Yun Qian was faking jealousy to please him then... it left some shadows in his mind.
Xu Changâan thought carefully about what he had done.
Leaving her alone to join the Immortal Sect.
His wife alone at home, while he enjoyed tea, played chess, and watched dances with senior sisters on the mountain.
And now, even bringing her to a brothel.
"..." His eye twitched slightly. Xu Changâan rarely felt it was a good thing that Yun Qian couldnât feel jealous because he truly had been neglectful.
Clearing his throat, Xu Changâan gently squeezed Yun Qianâs smooth fingers, softly capturing her cool hand in his palm.
"Miss, what are you talking about being jealous for?"
"..." Yun Qian had a lot to say, but as warmth continuously came from her husbandâs hand, it was like waves of flood breaking through her mental defenses, swallowing the words she had meticulously organized.
Yun Qian rationally wanted to say something, but as her hand was enveloped by her husbandâs, rational thoughts gathered only to disperse in the warmth.
What did she want to say...
Yun Qian placed her other hand over Xu Changâanâs, tilting her head.
Shouldnât it be something important?
"Jealousy... envy..." Yun Qian said, "Some girls below are jealous, so it reminded me of this issue."
She offered a rough explanation.
"... I see." Xu Changâan thoughtfully glanced below, not seeing much commotion from the girls, unclear of what scenario concerning jealousy Yun Qian was referring to.
But none of that mattered anymore.
"Miss, the Sword Dance you wanted to see is starting." He gently released Yun Qianâs hand, returning her rationality to Miss Yun.
She wanted to see the Sword Dance, and if due to his actions she missed out on enjoying her favorite thing, Xu Changâan wouldnât forgive himself.
Moreover, if it wasnât a mere illusion, did the teacher just glare at him?
Perhaps Li Zhibai disapproved of how he was misbehaving and teasing Yun Qian.
But Yun Qian was truly easy to understand, easy to deal with, soft and tender, making her easy to tease.
"Ahem." Xu Changâan coughed softly and looked towards the stage, preparing to diligently complete Zhu Pingniangâs task.
"..." Yun Qian stared at her pale fingers, still feeling the lingering warmth, making her reluctant... Under the intimacy of holding hands, other matters suddenly become insignificant.
If she couldnât learn to be jealous, so be it. It doesnât matter.
The Sword Dance, however, must be watched because compared to the happiness jealousy brings Xu Changâan, itâs obvious that performing a Sword Dance and presenting herself as a gift to him would be more intriguing... increasing their chances of having a daughter.
Thus, the Sword Dance must be watched intently.
Yun Qian gazed at Ah Qingâs indistinct silhouette in the banquet hall, her fingers delicately intertwined, eyes earnest, without a trace of fatigue.
For the sake of a daughter, Miss Yun was working hard today as well.
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As Miss Qin deliberately softened the rhythm of the music, amidst the sounds of the mountain spring leaving echoes behind and creating space for alluring imagination, a girl stepped out into this gap.
Originally, there shouldnât be wind in the banquet hall, yet at this moment, a gentle breeze swirled, causing waves of movement. As Ah Qing moved, her dress swayed, with the flame-red lanterns casting a mysterious trajectory upon the gownâs hem and slowly descended.
For a moment, the entire Flower Moon Building fell into silence.
Ah Qingâs entrance was without any flamboyance or techniques, not even stepping onto the rhythm of the music; she simply walked out quietly and stood there. Like a magnet with great attraction, she firmly locked the girlsâ gazes upon her, akin to the core treasure within the glazed top layer of the Treasure Pavilion after the curtain falls, needing no introduction, even for the most inexperienced of observers, her preciousness was evident.
What kind of beautiful girl is this?
At first glance, many women were in a daze.
Ah Qing, revered by all as a Half-Demon, wearing a long dress that subtly transitioned from pale to bright green from top to bottom, at the hem resembling a flower surrounded by green leaves, appeared composed and graceful.